Yesterday was the two year anniversary of walking to the apartment building where I was moving to in Covington, Kentucky and meeting up with the IKEA guy. Well, he really wasn’t an IKEA guy, but a college student who knew how to put their furniture together. I was getting a new bed for my new apartment and he was going to assemble it for me. Yep, that was two years ago yesterday.

Also two years ago yesterday was the day I got stuck on the elevator in the building where I was moving to. I’m happy to report that I haven’t gotten stuck since and yes—I’m knocking on wood.

Two years ago today was the actual move. My kids helped, so did friends Jim and Jan and also my daughter’s boyfriend. He’s now her husband. It didn’t take long at all. After getting everything moved in, we ordered pizza. I think it was from LaRosa’s but don’t hold me do it.

Friends and family don’t ask me much anymore, but when I first moved in, they would want to know how I liked it. I would answer, “Fine,” and I don’t think that answer has changed. I consider it home and I don’t plan on moving.

Where I lived before in Covington, over on 10th Street, I didn’t consider home at all. When I first moved in there, it was OK, but for the last six or so months, the landlord stopped doing any kind of maintenance. It sucked big time. So what do you do when the building you’re living in sucks? You move.

Where I live now, they believe in maintenance and keeping the place decent. I don’t take that for granted. For example, the faucet in my bathtub had a bit of a leak last week. Know what? The landlord fixed it. If I was still on 10th Street, it would still be dripping.

I know I’ve said here before that St. Mary’s Cathedral is the view from my window. I’m not a religious person, but it is a beautiful building and a beautiful view and it’s one of the reasons why I like my apartment.

Is it a perfect place to live? No, but if I didn’t, for the most part, like living where I am, I wouldn’t be writing about two year anniversaries about my IKEA bed, getting stuck on the elevator and/or living there. I think you already know that.